Chapter 147 Being a Slave Is Like Being a Pig or a Dog

Without waiting for Mo Yaner to ask anything else.

The middle-aged housekeeper grabbed Mo Yaner and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the carriage pulled by "Qianli Shaying".

He threw Mo Yaner into the carriage, held the carriage at the front of the carriage, and chanted a spell.

Suddenly, Qianli Shaying ran wildly.

From the outside, the carriage pulled by Qianli Shaying looked like a residual image.

But Mo Yaner's perception in the carriage was not like this, but just like riding in an ordinary carriage, but through the window, the scenery outside changed very quickly.

Mo Yaner looked at it twice, and didn't dare to look again, just feeling dizzy and nauseous.

She put her hands in her sleeves, feeling the coolness transmitted by the blood beads, and then she felt much better.

Chen Ming also had a solemn face in the blood beads.

"This world is really unfathomable!"

"An inconspicuous housekeeper, although he didn't use any magical powers, his aura is not fake, he is actually a cultivator in the state of concentration!"

"The horse that merged the blood of the monster is also a different species. It doesn't seem to be very intelligent, but it also has the aura of the state of concentration!"

"This world is really terrible!"

Chen Ming didn't know what Mo Yan'er would encounter on this trip.

If something goes wrong, although the physical body cannot be used, the soul can still kill by activating the treasure.

The old demon Chen Ming has also traveled across the world and stepped on the ancient road of the starry sky. He is knowledgeable and has a deep mind.

Even if this Tianxuan world is unfathomable, Chen Ming does not resist, but gets excited.

Such a vast world is the world for pursuing the supreme way!

However, now he has to be patient first. Chen Ming still has this patience.

Qianli Shaying had magical powers and pulled the carriage at a very fast speed. It took three days and three nights without stopping before he arrived at the capital of the Daping Dynasty.

The capital of the Daping Dynasty is located in a place where huge spiritual veins converge, and it is magnificent.

An invisible momentum enveloped the huge capital.

Chen Ming saw that it was an extremely powerful formation. In order to activate it, at least thousands of cultivators in the Guiyuan Realm must be fully activated.

Just from this formation, the foundation and strength of the Daping Dynasty can be seen.

When they arrived at the city gate, a cultivator in the Concentration Realm was guarding the gate, leading nine soldiers in the Visualization Realm.

"Stop!"

"Routine inspection!"

One of the soldiers shouted and stopped the carriage pulled by Qianli Shaying.

The middle-aged housekeeper took out a token from his arms, waved it in front of the soldier, and put it away.

The soldier was sweating profusely and immediately let it go.

"Can you see it clearly?" The leader in the Concentration Realm stepped forward and asked.

The soldier stammered, "Look, see clearly, it's the token of the Mo family."

The leader then said, "You just came to guard the gate, so I won't bother with you!"

"This is the capital. The three great families, Qianli Saying of the Mo family, Fengyunzhui of the Liu family, and Biboti of the Fang family, all have magical characteristics. Don't stop them when you see them in the future, so as not to cause trouble."

"Yes, I understand!"

The soldier looked at the leader gratefully and said.

In the Daping Dynasty, except for the royal family, these three great families are the strongest.

If the people of these three families are domineering, they really kill people at will, and no one will investigate, and they will die in vain.

Qianli Saying did not slow down when he arrived in the city.

Until he arrived in front of a large mansion.

Without the middle-aged housekeeper chanting a spell, Qianli Saying slowed down and stopped.

"Please enter Miss Yan'er!"

The voice of the middle-aged housekeeper was transmitted into the carriage.

Mo Yan'er felt cold in her heart, and couldn't understand why this man was arrogant at first and respectful later.

It was not until she got off the carriage and found herself at the Mo Mansion that she understood.

As a royal family, the Mo family has very strict rules.

Although the housekeeper is a cultivator, no one cares about his attitude towards himself, a illegitimate descendant of the Mo family, as long as he does not show it in public.

However, in the real Mo family territory, no matter what the middle-aged housekeeper thinks in his heart, he dare not cross the line.

Mo Yan'er figured out the twists and turns in a flash.

Suddenly, she just wanted to laugh.

Unexpectedly, a dignified cultivator was also suppressed by a stronger force and dared not follow his heart, just like a mortal.

Seeing Mo Yan'er with a slightly sarcastic smile on her face.

The middle-aged housekeeper was unhappy.

He himself is a cultivator, and he is in the state of concentration, and he also has a certain status in the Mo family.

When he is outside, relying on the name of the Mo family, he can call the wind and rain.

If the second young master's matter was not important this time, why would he be allowed to go, and Qianli Saying was sent!

Mo Yan'er is just a mortal. Even if she has the blood of the Mo family, how can she ride in Qianli Saying? She still let herself drive.

The middle-aged housekeeper had been unable to bear it for a long time. Seeing Mo Yan'er smile, he couldn't help it.

"What are you laughing at!" The middle-aged housekeeper looked at the gate of the Mo Mansion and suppressed his dissatisfaction.

Mo Yan'er smiled and said, "I troubled the housekeeper to run all the way and bring me here, but I don't know your name."

The middle-aged housekeeper thought that Mo Yan'er wanted to please him, and said arrogantly, "You don't need to know my name. I was given a surname by the head of the family. You can call me housekeeper Mo!"

Mo Yan'er laughed even more after hearing this, and said, "You are quite proud of being given a surname. Although you are a cultivator, I think you look like a dog!"

"You!"

Housekeeper Mo's face was dark blue, his chest was heaving, and the spiritual light on his body was surging. It was obvious that he was very angry.

"What? You want to kill me? Do you dare to do it here?"

Although Mo Yan'er was born from a side branch, she was also clear about the rules of the Mo family.

If he took action here, Mo Yan'er would die. Although he would be relieved, he killed the blood of the Mo family in front of the Mo family's door. His fate would be worse than death!

"Don't dare!"

"Miss Yan'er, please enter the mansion!"

Butler Mo said in a deep voice, suppressing his grievance.

He didn't dare to take action, and he couldn't take action. Mo Yan'er in front of him was still useful to the second young master.

If she died, it would delay the second young master's business.

Not to mention that he was a butler, even the side branch where Mo Yan'er was, I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy!

Mo Yan'er had seen many faces since she was a child, and immediately guessed from Butler Mo's eyes, expression and attitude that her fate would not be good.

Otherwise, being humiliated by a mortal like herself, even if he didn't kill herself, he would have many ways to make her suffer.

But Butler Mo actually held back and didn't make any move.

Mo Yan'er's heart suddenly fell into an ice cave.

She made up her mind and got off the carriage. The gate of the Mo Mansion opened with a bang.

Butler Mo took her to the Mo Mansion.

There was a different world in the Mo Mansion. The architectural layout was magnificent, and every detail showed its ingenuity.

Soon, they arrived at the main hall.

Many people were already waiting in the hall.

"Master, Miss Yan'er has been brought here!"

Butler Mo stepped forward to report and was about to leave.

"Stop!" Mo Yan'er suddenly shouted.

Butler Mo froze, and then saw Mo Yan'er walking in front of her.

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped Butler Mo in the face.

Butler Mo did not expect that Mo Yan'er, a mortal, would dare to attack a cultivator.

His mind was in the main hall, and he was not prepared for the master of the Mo family. He was in a trance and was really hit.